The Realm of Possibility

by David Levithan

once time is lit, it will burn whether or not you’re breathing it in.

I just lay in my room and reveled in the newfound power that a motion so small could have the full force of fate.

All it takes is one person to speak up. Sometimes that’s not enough, but in this case it is.

Yes, he is dressed in darkness. But my eyes are getting used to the dark.

The thing about blessings is that they aren’t just delivered to you. There is some mystery to their appearance, but once they’re in your reach, you have to do something for them.

you’ve gotta take the whole world in your hands and show it kindness.

even though it goes on forever growing up is hard to do

you know, he says, you’ll get through this you live each day one at a time you live every day all at once you live with the possibility of good-bye you move on.

But for me, there has to be love. Or at least the possibility of love.

Here’s what I know about the realm of possibility— it is always expanding, it is never what you think it is. Everything around us was once deemed impossible. From the airplane overhead to the phones in our pockets to the choir girl putting her arm around the metalhead. As hard as it is for us to see sometimes, we all exist within the realm of possibility. Most of the limits are of our own world’s devising. And yet, every day we each do so many things that were once impossible to us.

I wasn’t thinking of forever, just reveling in now.